When late at night he breaths behind the glass
While hanging from my rafters in the dark
I feel his fading blood; my heart moves fast,
But I am safe from suffering from his mark.

Sometimes I look and watch him writhe in hate
While hypnotizing me with bloodless eyes,
And from my will I let his mind partake
And fill my beating heart with wishful lies.

I ache to offer him what life I have
And feel the ecstasy he emanates;
A feeling I forever more will crave
When from my blood he fast rejuvenates.

The Asylum glass allows me no escape,
Nor is he seen on security’s video tape.

J. Abram Barneck.
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